After a subjective eternity that was actually 1.2 seconds long,

If everybody would just let me do my stupid job for one minute.

I said, "This is my idea of the opposite of being helpful. I am here against my will and you are going to regret that."

You know that thing humans do where they think they're being completely logical and they absolutely are not being logical at all, and on some level they know that, but can't stop?

I had answered that question already, back when it happened. I could get mad at her asking it again, but granted, I do lie a lot.

Humans and constructs were full of overwrought emotions like depression, anxiety, and anger (was anxiety an emotion? It sure felt like one)

"Are you all right?" I was absolutely great. It wasn't like this situation needed to get any more emotionally fraught, or anything.

Ugh, ART did know everything. It was so annoying.

"Just remember you're not alone here." I never know what to say to that. I am actually alone in my own head, and that's where 90 plus percent of my problems are.

Fuck, fuck everything, fuck this, fuck me especially.